Massage with a difference. Part 4.
Ken meets Tess and Miss Campbell and is subjected to a more testing experience.
In this chapter, Ken returns to his Mistress's house and is reacquainted with Mistress Tess. She reveals her true colours, and Ken is put through some serious tests to prove his willingness to submit to beautiful women. If you are not into fantasies about submission, corporal punishment or body fluid exchanges, please feel no obligation to continue reading.
Although Miss Campbell had barred me from visiting Layla and Tess, I found over the next few days that I was still deeply curious about their services, and with my buttocks still tingling from the rapidly fading marks, I rather hoped that she would follow through on her promise to invite one or both to future trysts at her house.
On the topic of fading marks, I applied the balm twice a day as instructed and went on a three-mile run every evening too. I was in two minds as to how I would like my buttocks to look on evening number ten.
I might be a pain slut, but thirty-six strokes of the cane seemed a lot to me at that time. (Little did I know!) I knew there would be a guaranteed twelve very hard strokes as well, as there was little likelihood of me being able to keep my dick under control whilst naked in her cellar. A hard-on was inevitable, as was my submission to her cane for allowing myself the pleasure of such a transgression!
Let's face it, I really enjoyed submitting to her, but that would be at least forty-eight strokes unless I can make the marks last an extra day!!
On the other hand, the idea of watching her strip naked and invite Tess or Layla to give her the thirty-six strokes instead?
Oh, god, yes. I would love to see that. Those nipples! And her shaved, leaking pussy! And she would let me decide how hard the caning should be!
However, it wasn't entirely up to me. It was my ass that would determine who was to be caned. If I tried hard enough to help the marks disappear, I'd maybe see Miss Campbell become Slave Maria again. If I slacked a little, maybe the marks would still be visible on the day of my appointment, thus bringing the penalty down to eighteen strokes for me.
Or if she proves to be the absolute expert I believe her to be, the final fading would occur overnight on day nine, and I'll be in for the full thirty-six myself.
I was rather proud of myself for having taken that particular beating so well. It had been my first proper one from Miss Campbell, certainly the first since leaving school and I already knew that I wanted more. Not just more beatings, but I wanted her to inflict more strokes each time, ending with at least twelve at the strength she had delivered those twelve strokes last weekend - or harder? This was my incentive to always ensure an erection in her presence!
Evening Nine. I followed the instructions I had received from my Mistress earlier in the day. I set up the camera on my phone for a 5-second delay, then removed all of my clothing. I stood facing the camera and took the first shots, to send her evidence that I was properly shaved. Then I turned around and took several shots, at slightly differing angles, of my ass. I sent them to her, as she would be the sole arbiter on the presence or not of any remaining marks.
I waited thirty minutes and almost dropped my drink in my haste to see what the reply would tell.
Oh, no! she isn't letting on. It's just a summons to report to her house at 6.30 tomorrow evening. That's it!
Naturally, I already knew that was the evening for my appointment and had prepared as well as I could. I had refrained from masturbating for the past three days.
It will be four and a half days by the time I see her! With my balls that full, I know I will submit to any degrading command she gives me and be better able to take a severe caning.
I still didn't really know what I wanted the outcome to be, but as I checked myself in the mirror the following morning, I really couldn't make out anything other than a faint darkening here and there on my otherwise pristine buttocks. The balm and the exercise had worked miracles.
Oh, lord. I'd better accept that I'm going to take the full caning. Bugger! I was rather hoping to see Tess revealed for the first time, to see what she really is made of. Ohhh! Miss Campbell said how she loves to take Tess's cock in her ass. I wonder how big it is? Tess is pretty big herself. Stop it boy! You are getting horny and your cock is swelling with all these thoughts! Tess won't be there - and you are going to be caned, more and harder than ever before!
Approaching the house, I noted the gorgeous bright red Ford Mustang Cabriolet parked beside the Mini and the Range Rover.
Someone else is here!
My pulse rate rose as I wondered who it might be.
Did she decree the marks gone, and invite Tess or Layla to join us? To give her the caning she offered to take for me?
Blood was being re-routed to my cock which was twitching at the thought.
The door opened as I reached for the bell and I stepped into the porch area. The door closed behind me and I turned to see who it was.
Tess!!
"Good evening, Mistress Tess." I squeaked, blushing in pleasure, delight, fear at seeing her. My heart picked up its pace and unwished-for thoughts flowed wildly through my mind as she ushered me towards the drawing room.
It was unoccupied. I turned once more but Tess forestalled my question. "Your instructions are to remove your clothing here in this room, Ken. You have thirty seconds to be naked for me!"
Gulping and wheezing, I didn't dare even question Tess as to whose instructions they were. I just obeyed immediately.
